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342 · May 2019
Sick Body
In that hospital
I was
Watching that  drip
Running through veins
And give that sick body another trip
Clam remains
Doctor explains
Reason behind my mother's sick body's complains
Nothing to worry
Not to hurry
Doc gave me some kind of slurry
Mum aches sometimes in pain
And sometimes in regret
She thought we are late
No mommy
No regret
Neither we are late
It's God's grace
Just embrace
What I remember when my mum was sick I explained in my Poem and I learnt how life examine you.
337 · May 2019
Ryhme zone
They will only criticize
They won't sympathize
So don't make yourself paralyze
Do something which makes them surprise
But don't disguise
Keep it real and revise
Give yourself advise
Don't you ever compromise, minimize, apologize
Come with some real **** which synchronize
Something which characterised
You can Immobilized
Your power, your trust, your belief with no curse
Just memorize, organise, realise
Please don't pressurize
You can make your life harmonize

It implies
With timewise
Don't bribe the life
It wil galvanize
You can't resize
Your effort, belief, courage only your tries
So stay, stay with god
He won't do fraud
You believe
You'll achieve.
291 · Apr 2019
Dreaming
My writing
You were reading
In the off spring
You were laying
I was playing
With my guitar strings
It was soothing
Overwhelming
I was feeling
Something
Anything
Like everything
My Darling
I was dreaming
You were leaving
I was standing
In that building
It was haunting
That feeling
Was disgusting
I was searching
Your footsteps
Your smile
Which was hiding
In my surrounding.
270 · May 2019
Untitled
She loves wild
It was totally right
It's her choice
So world don't have any right
If she want to dance like
Fearless sweamer
She is dreamer
Beliver
Achiever
Forget her
Are you afraid of her
268 · Apr 2019
Favourite escape
My favorite escape
Just wanna recap
It’s sunday sunshine
Little trouble in my ryhme
I don’t care
I just completed the dare
Offcourse it was hard and rare
Sitting on that chair
My feat can feel the ground
And I can smell the air
Got my chilled beer
I’ve got someone to share
Because I do care
We are God’s blessed pair
I’m not scare
To fell from these stair
Somewhere my soul is unaware
But I kept those invisible tear
May be the only way the source of my power
Doesn’t look so unfair
And for now
I hold up
Lay down on that chair
Underneath your long hair
My eyes are heavily blink here
I think I am somewhere.
218 · Jul 2019
We made god
Somethings are still left
Unsaid
But always wanted to be said
Distress
Sometimes i feel everything
And on the next movement I feel nothing
I’ve made a fictional thought
But there is a reality
Who fought
How creative god is
Sitting on those clouds
Watching us
We’ve been so loud
Oh Wow
Still not a single crease on God’s head
How beautifully god created
Us
In this dramatical fuss
Some with love
kindness
beauty
happiness
knowledge
& joy
And in return we gave him
Hate
Misery
Greed
Bloodshed
Fear
War
Slavery
I guess Only trouble
God desired us and made us
Named us
Humans
One of his most beautiful creation
God give us sun
Give us nature
We made his fun
God made humans
With grace and humanity
Look what we did with
This sweet opportunity
Neither less
Nor high
God give us a complete structure
To fly
And we thought god just made us to
Lie
God never had a gender
In his mind
Man forward
Women backward and behind
Who made us
We made him
And differentiate him
In form of man and women
Women with hijab
And man with strong muscle
I think sometimes God might have a thought
On his own innovation
No, it’s humans created hustle
I hope one day we all will understand
We human
And mother earth is
God’s grace
So we just have to embrace
166 · Jul 2020
Serenade
This is my five string serenade
I made it for you
And when I play
Maybe some of my words will trade.

And when I saw that empty canvas
I saw you
I only saw you
And feel your touch
Because I was with you

Oh, love of my life
I know you will listen me
In this deaf world
Only you know me

And when the bashes me out
Bashes my poems, music and my Symphony
I’ll still be on my piano for you
cause this is my last, five string serenade
I’ll only play for you.

— The End —